There's a new Walmart just down the road Across the street from Home Depot, I can't hear Dick Groombs rooster crow From the horns blowing, big wheels rolling, Traffic jams coming and going Got a discount liquor and a skateboard shop, A five day Jiffy Lube garage, A 10 acre blacktop parking lot, A bunch of wild women window shopping, A drive through bank and a Baskin Robbins Where a farm used to be as far as you can see, And those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait, Yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow If he poked his head down through them clouds And saw what was growing in his field of dreams, Taking over like thistle weeds Where a farm used to be My daddy said back in 69 It was old grain trucks and combines, Crickets singing in the moonshine, In your jeans and boots, campfire songs Now it's urban jungle and lineal. Where a farm used to be as far as you can see, And those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait, Yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow, If he poked his head down through them clouds And saw what was growing in his field of dreams, Takin over like thistle weeds. Where a farm used to be. Well and Old MacDonald would have a cow, If he poked his head down through them clouds And saw what was growing in his field of dreams, Takin over like thistle weeds. Where a farm used to be Where a farm used to be

This used to be my playground This used to be my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to Whenever I was in need of a friend Why did it have to end? And why do they always say? Don't look back Keep your head held high Don't ask them why because life is short And before you know you're feeling old And your heart is breaking Don't hold on to the past Well that's too much to ask This used to be my playground (ah used to be) This used to be my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to Whenever I was in need of a friend Why did it have to end? And why do they always say?, no regrets But I wish that you were here with me Well then there's hope yet I can see your face in our secret place You're not just a memory Say goodbye to yesterday Those are words I'll never say (I'll never say) This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our pride and joy This used to be the place we ran to That no one in the world could dare destroy This used to be our playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to I wish you were standing here with me This used to be our playground (used to be) This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to The best things in life are always free Wishing you were here with me

It's in taxis it's on trains In airports hopping planes The silence moving on contains It's in all the in-betweens In the day to day routines In over 15 million dreams It's in trying to close the door It's never gonna stop It's in how you're looking for A way to make it stop It's in missing someone more It's never gonna stop No it's never gonna stop It's like trying to fly trapeze Like has-beens gonna-bes Ill at ease and hard to please It's how Paris how Cologne How even Zurich feels outgrown It's in the way you could have known Can you make some room for me Can you make some room for me It's in trying to close the door it's never gonna stop I miss you even more and it's never gonna stop

I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive I often don't know what to say When I talk to Him, when I pray In reply I receive Only silence, no relief I've waited in vain for a little advice From that great voice in the ethereal skies Once I was revolutionary A devoted mercenary A gifted student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his demands I tried to be honest and good Did my job the best I could But I always stayed that average man Right in the spot where I'll began During the grief with which I've dealt Spent three decades since I've felt The certainty I so have thought 'bout the existence of the Lord I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I'll give him to my perish Things I don't have myself but cherish And namely love and charity Mostly purpose that's what sets you free So I'm where the metaphore I'm not comforting anymore I think I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my church But feels as if I'm kept out Some sort of secret about The meaning of life sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago And time has made me good at one thing And horrible at everything else The blessings of a world divine Were always elsewhere and never mine Oh, I would like to hold someone Briefly maybe have some fun My body's hardly designed So I'm not really the hugging kind Not once has it been Someone with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the middle of the night 'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light I think I've been miscast And the time of saints is passed My faith is reclassed but not least After 42 years of being a priest The church is like a woman Thing out of reach like a vision She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get Now I've left you with my regret I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago It's my portion, it's my call... It's my portion, it's my call...